“The belt.”
His eyes darken. He gets up and grabs the discarded belt from where he dropped it earlier. “Turn over.”
I roll onto my stomach, pushing onto my hands and knees. My cock twitches, my breath sawing in and out.
“Sure you want this?”
I nod. “Yes, need it.”
The first strike lands across my ass, the sting blooming into heat that spreads across my skin. I grunt, my fingers digging into the sheets. The second still hurts, but then the pain blends with pleasure.
Jackson sets a brutal pace, each strike harder than the last, each one carefully placed, never hitting the same spot twice. I arch into it, chasing the burn.
“That's it, baby. Take it.”
“Fuck, Jackson. More.”
He obliges, bringing the belt across the backs of my thighs. Precum leaks steadily from my slit, dripping onto the sheets. When he finally stops, my skin is on fire, marked and claimed.
Jackson's hands smooth over my heated flesh, soothing the sting. “So fucking beautiful. All mine.”
I start to sit up, but he shoves me back down, spreading my cheeks wide, his breath hot against my hole. “Gonna eat this ass until you're begging for my dick.”
Fuck.
Spreading my legs wider, I push back, desperate for him. “Eat me. Fucking, eat me!”
Jackson dives in, his tongue licking a stripe up my crease, and my eyes roll back as I let out a loud moan. Then he moves to my hole, laving and sucking and probing until his tongue pushes inside me, fucking me with wet, filthy strokes.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” I grind against his face, trying to get closer. Trying to get more.
“You taste so fucking good, baby.”
After repositioning my chest against the mattress, I reach back and grab both of my cheeks. “Please.”
I’m not even sure what I'm asking for. More of his mouth? His cock? Both?
He chuckles, then continues to fuck me with his tongue, sucking my hole at the same time until I’m riding his face once again. If there’s one thing I love more than the belt, it’s this.
“Jackson, oh fuck.” I’m panting, too worked up, especially after not physically being with him for weeks. “Now. Fuck me now.”
“So impatient.”
I flip over onto my back as he reaches over me to grab the lube from his nightstand. He coats his fingers instead of his cock, then pushes one inside me.
I clench around him, my body desperate for more. “Jackson, I swear to God—”
He cuts me off with a brutal kiss, his tongue fucking my mouth as he adds another finger, scissoring and stretching me. Then he lines himself up, the blunt head of his cock nudging against my hole. “Gonna give you what you need, don't worry.”
The intrusion burns as he pushes in, and the stretch almost too much. But I bear down, taking him in.
“Fuck, you're tight.” He groans, resting his forehead against mine. “Feel so fucking good.”
“Move.” My nails dig into his back. “Fuck me. Hard.”
He laughs, the sound breathless and strained. “Always so bossy.”
But he starts thrusting, pulling out, and slamming back in. Each time, it sends pleasure ricocheting through me.
